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jenonctcity · 4 years

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Lust Duel

Lee Donghyuck – Fluff, Angst

Hogwarts!Au

Warnings: Slightly Suggestive Content.

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: You sneak out to have a make-out session with your boyfriend late at night.

He’d told you to wait until everyone in your dorm was asleep, when the moon was the only light in the sky and the dorm was silent. It had taken an unfortunate amount of time until all the girls in your room had their heads on their pillows, their eyes shut and even some soft snores filling in the silence in the air. But once you were certain that they were all in the land of sleep, you slowly crept out of your bed, tiptoeing across the floorboards, and freezing as you stood on a particular squeaky one. You turned around, letting out a silent sigh when you saw that no one had woken up despite the tell-tale floorboard trying to get you in trouble.

You quietly creeped down the stairs, picking up speed when the soft light of the fire in the Slytherin common room came into your view. It lit up the common room dimly, but you saw the silhouette of Donghyuck sitting with his back to you on the leather sofa. He was wearing hit white cotton pyjamas and his hair looked fluffy from where he’d probably been laying in his own bed, waiting for the rest of his room to fall asleep in the same way you had.

“You took your time.” He smirked as he spoke, leaving you wide eyed at how he had realised you were even behind him, you tried your hardest to stay silent so that you could surprise him, but that plan had been foiled.

“How did you know I was there?” You walked around the sofa, sitting beside him and snuggling up against his chest as he put his arm around your shoulders.

“I heard you coming down the stairs.” He smiled, leaning in and pressing a tender kiss to your lips. You melted in his hold, placing your hand on his chest and moving your lips perfectly in time with his. He had a blanket over his lap, and he moved it so that it was covering the both of you whilst his tongue slowly slithered into your mouth, flicking against your own tongue with his plush lips sliding perfectly against yours. It wasn’t long until he had you on your back, his body slotted between your legs and his hands planted on either side of your head. You were surprised that you neither of you cared that you were making out on the couch in the Slytherin common room, it gave you a slight thrill and you found yourself entwining your fingers in his black hair, tugging it to pull his mouth closer even though he already had his tongue in your mouth.

He pulled away momentarily, peppering kisses down your neck and sucking lightly on your skin. “I can’t wait to leave this stupid school; thank god we don’t have long left.” He mumbled, licking a stripe up your skin that left you panting in want. “Promise me you’ll come and live at my family’s manor with me?” You knew that Donghyuck was more than obsessed with you, and he was a spoilt brat from a very influential family of pureblood Slytherins. What he wanted, he got. If he wants you to move in with him after you finish school, then his family wouldn’t dare say no to him. It was a good thing that you were obsessed with him too, because you had no doubt in your mind that you were going to say yes to him. You being a pureblood witch was one of the things that Donghyuck had noticed about you first.

“I promise.” He smirked against your skin, leading kisses back up to your lips. “Good girl, we have a lot of plans to fulfil.” His lips joined yours again, his eyes shutting as your mind drifted to his plans. After dating him for a little over a year, he had admitted to you that his family were avid followers of Lord Voldemort, and even though he had been defeated in the battle of Hogwarts, they still believed in his cause and they were doing everything they could in secret to rid the world of any witches and wizards that weren’t pureblood. It was the main reason that Donghyuck turned his nose up and sneered at anyone in the school who wasn’t a pureblood. And he had managed to rope you into his beliefs, using the influence he had over you to convince you. You didn’t take much convincing though, as you were head over heels for him, so you didn’t think anything of it, trusting him 100%.

“What are you doing awake?” Donghyuck pulled away from you but made no effort to climb off of you when he narrowed his eyes at Jaemin.

“None of your business.” Donghyuck growled at Jaemin, not caring that you’d just been caught making out at 1am on a school night. Donghyuck had never liked Jaemin. For seven years he’d been feuding with the popular Gryffindor student Jeno, and Jaemin just happened to be Jeno’s best friend, despite the fact that Jaemin was a Slytherin. Jaemin was a pureblood, but he didn’t care that Jeno was only a half-blood. Donghyuck however, very much cared that Jeno was a half-blood, and he judged Jaemin hard on their friendship.

“You’re not supposed to be out of bed.” Jaemin rolled his eyes and deadpanned.

“Well you’re out of bed.” Donghyuck retorted, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours in a quick peck, just to try and get underneath Jaemin’s skin.

“Because I’m head boy and when I woke up, I saw that your bed was empty. Go back to bed. This is your last warning.” Jaemin folded his arms over his chest, standing taller as he narrowed his eyes at you both. He was trying to prove to Donghyuck that he didn’t care for his attitude, and he wasn’t scared of him, despite knowing his family’s reputation. Donghyuck rolled his eyes, purposely kissing you with tongue before pulling off of you and standing up.

“Goodnight baby.” He smirked, slapping your ass firmly and giving you a wink, before keeping eye contact with Jaemin as he walked past him on the stairwell, bumping shoulders with the head boy and disappearing out of sight. Jaemin sighed and let his eyes fall on you as you stood in the middle of the common room.

“I hate this.” He slowly walked down the stairs towards you, keeping his eyes locked on yours as he approached you. “He’s no good for you. The things that his family does is disgusting and you’re going to get sucked into it.” He got close to you, looking down at you and biting his bottom lip. “You’d be safer with me; I could make you happy and you wouldn’t have to do anything bad…” He looked down at your lips and you gulped, feeling your stomach churning. You thought he’d dropped this by now, after chasing you for the past few years until you’d chosen Donghyuck over him, he still hadn’t given up.

“Jaemin, you know that I love him.” You raised your hand to press it against his chest as he slowly started to get closer and closer.

“You could love me just as much…” He dipped down and slotted his lips against yours. You couldn’t help yourself, you let him kiss you, but you didn’t kiss him back, able to feel how desperate he was for you just through his lips. You pushed against his chest lightly and shook your head at him once he had opened his eyes again, looking at you with sadness flickering in them like the reflection of the dim fire in the fireplace. “Give me a chance.”

“He’s dangerous…and I won’t tell him that you kissed me, for your own good.” You glared at him and took a deep breath, raising your chin up higher and looking down your nose at him. “I’m his, not yours. Get over it.” With those final words you stalked off towards your own dorm, leaving Jaemin stood by himself with his head hanging, a mix of sadness, anger, and shame hanging around his head like a poisonous cloud.

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yespleasetommyshelby · 4 years

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Need you now ~ Jay Halstead

An imagine based on the song ‘Need you now’ by Lady Antebellum - I kind of got lost in this one, it’s a tad long... feel free to send requests :)

‘Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor, reaching for the phone cause I can’t take it anymore...’

Sighing I look down at the broken photo frame on my bedroom floor, six pictures all showing the smiling faces of a couple perfectly in love, not knowing that a few months down the line it’ll just be memories. Jay Halstead, the most kind, thoughtful, loving man I had ever set my eyes on, a detective for Chicago PD, the guy who caught my eye the minute I walked into the little bar my uncle owns. We would have been together a whole year today, if only it hadn’t all gone wrong.

He was working a case involving prostitutes that we’re being sold into human trafficking they caught the guys at the head of the gang he changed that night and he hadn’t been the same since, that was three months ago, and it’s been a month since the night that it all fell down.

“All we ever do is argue Jay! Ever since that case it’s only been arguing!” I yell pointing my finger at Jay as tears slowly made their way down my face.

“You don’t understand y/n! You don’t know the things I saw, things that nobody should ever have to see!” He yelled back his fists balled up at his sides, his eyes sparkling with tears that he’s holding back.

“You’re right Jay, I don’t know what you see in your job, but I do know that you made a promise. You promised that no matter how bad the job got you wouldn’t let it come inbetween us.” I said quietening down to normal speaking volume.

I sighed turning around and walking into his bedroom grabbing my small duffel bag that was under his bed and haphazardly throwing the stuff I had left there into it, furiously wiping away the tears that refused to stop.

“What are you doing?” His pained voice came from behind me. Picking up the bag I turned round slowly only to be met by his bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks. “Please don’t go.” He begged quietly looking down at the ground.

“I’m sorry Jay, but you need to get your head on straight before we can even think about being together.” I said placing my hand on his cheek briefly before walking away to the front door, turning and taking one last look as he stood in the hall watching me. “I love you Jay Halstead, and I always I will.” I whispered quietly but loud enough for him to hear me, opening the door I barely heard his faint whisper before I closed it and walked away.

“Please don’t leave me.”

The sudden ping from my phone recieveing a message brought me out of my reminiscing, looking down I noticed that it was 8:30pm, right around the time Jay would be getting home. Shaking my head I looked at the message to see it was from Adam, one of Jays friends from work, I’d met the whole team and had become pretty close with Adam and Kim.

Adam - Hey, the teams heading over to Molly’s, everyone would love to see you, especially Kim. We’ll see you there y/n.

Sighing I put my phone down, I miss them, of course I do, but I know that he’ll be there and I can’t bring myself to face him. Looking back at my phone I didn’t realise I had another message, this one from Kim.

Kim - Hey, I know Adams already asked but I just wanted you to know that Jay’s a mess, he hasn’t been the same since that day, please talk to him.

Feeling the tears slipping down my cheeks once again I slowly pulled myself up and climbed into bed. I can’t call him, not yet.

‘And I wonder if I ever cross your mind, for me it happens all the time..’

Lying in bed I couldn’t help but to think about the first time I’d met Jay, it was at Molly’s the bar that my uncle owned with two of his fellow firefighters. I had just moved back from New York after finishing my degree, and according to Uncle Chris Molly’s was just the right place for a celebration.

“Hey Matt, who’s that?” I asked noticing a guy sending me a small flirty smile as I sat at the bar with Matt, a man who is just like an uncle along with most of the other guys at the firehouse.

“Who? Oh that’s Jay Halstead, he’s a detective at the 21st.” He answered sharing flirty winks and smiles at Gabby who was serving at the other end of the bar. Yuck.

“The same district as that Voight guy?” I asked knowing that they had some kind of problem a while back.

“Yeah, but thats in the past now, besides, Jay’s a good guy.” He smiled holding his beer up as a greeting as Jay walked over.

“Hey Casey, who’s this?” He asked sending me what was more of a smirk than a smile.

“Jay this is y/n, niece of Herrmann. Y/n this is Jay detective at the 21st, anyway, I’ll be back in a minute.” He introduced distractedly as he stood up from his stool and followed Gabby into the back room. Okay, their seriously like horny teenagers.

“So, it’s nice to meet you y/n niece of Herrmann.” Jay smiled sitting down on what was Matt’s stool, holding his hand out for me to shake.

“It’s nice to meet you too Jay detective at the 21st.” I giggled taking his hand in mine, and as they say, the rest was history.

Wiping away the tears I grab my phone seeing that the time is now 10pm, I’d wasted an hour and a half thinking about Jay, I doubt he even thinks about me anymore. Although that doesn’t make it any easier to not think about him.

‘Another shot of whisky, can’t stop looking at the door... Wishing you’d come sweepin’ in the way you did before...’

*Jay’s POV*

“Hey Gabby, can I get another one?” I slurred slightly as I held up my empty shot glass for her to see.

“Sure you’ve not had enough detective?” She asked with a raised eyebrow as she poured the drink.

“Nope.” I said bluntly before lifting the glass to my mouth, the sour liquid slightly burning my throat.

“Jay man, you gotta slow down.” Adams voice came from beside me as he took a seat on the stool next to me. “I text her, and so did Kim, you know those two are like sisters, she’ll come man.”

“You know, this is the place I met her, it was at yours and Kim’s engagement drinks, she came in with Casey and Severide, she was sat right here, I was over there.” I said pointing over to the table where the rest of intelligence were sat. “She looked me right in the eye and gave me a breath taking smile, I was hooked man.” I said smiling slightly as I looked over at the door remembering that night, hoping she’d walk through any second.

“To Adam and Kim!” We all cheered as we raised our glasses before downing the shots.

Just as I placed my glass back on the table Casey and Severide caught my attention, well not them exactly, but the woman they were with. She was wearing a short black dress with a heart shaped cut out over her chest, her y/h/l y/h/c curled slightly so that it bounced when she walked. I watched as Severide walked away leaving her and Casey sitting at the bar when she caught my eye, she held eye contact for a few seconds before she gave me a small smile, a smile that while I didn’t know it at the time, would be the view I loved to see the most.

“Go talk to her man.” Kevin nudged me in the side slightly obviously noticing the girl that had my attention.

“Nah man, she’s probably with Severide, she came in with him and Casey.” I shrugged slightly feeing disheartened that I may not get to know this girl.

“She’s single you know.” Kim spoke up nodding over to the girl. “She was at the firehouse the other day when Voight sent me over, she someone’s niece I think.” She shrugged going back to her conversation with Adam.

“Go get her man.” Antonio laughed shoving me slightly, taking a breath I walked over and Casey introduced us before he left to go find Gabby, I’ve still got to thank him for introducing me to the best person to come into my life for a long, long time.

“She’ll come man, you just gotta wait.” Adam said patting my shoulder before walking back over to the team.

Nodding my head slightly I pulled my phone out of my jacket pocket, 0 messages, 0 calls, and it’s already 10pm, looking down I stared at my home screen for a few seconds, a picture of me and her the night that I asked her to be my girlfriend. I miss her so damn much.

‘It’s a quarter after one, I’m all alone and I need you now... I said I wouldn’t call but I lost all control and I need you now...’

*y/n POV*

My phone pinging next to my head on the pillow woke me up from my not so deep sleep, reaching around in the dark to find it, it takes my eyes a few seconds to adjust before reading the text.

Kim - He’s been sat at the bar since we got here, he’s waiting for you.

There was a picture attached, a picture of Jay sitting at the bar in Molly’s on his own, empty beer bottles in front of him. The picture alone made my heart break, checking the time I saw that it was 1am, picking up my phone I couldn’t help myself but to call Kim, I can’t face talking to him.

“Hello? Y/n?” Kim’s voice came through the speaker, along with laughing and faint music in the background.

“Hey Kim.” I smiled slightly just hearing her voice. “How is he?” I asked quietly.

“He’s bad y/n, he’s refusing to leave because he thinks you’re going to show up like how you did the first time you met or something, I’ve never seen him like this, he needs you.” She spoke sadly, pressing the switch in my head as I pulled myself out of bed and rushed over to my closet.

“Kim, listen, I’m on my way, but please don’t tell him I’m coming, just keep him there and safe, please.” I asked as I pulled out the dress I had worn the night we’d met. “I’ll there in ten.” I said hanging up quickly.

Almost ripping my pyjamas off I pulled my dress on and rushed into the bathroom to apply a bit of foundation and mascara before running a brush through my hair, that’ll have to do. Grabbing my leather jacket I walked out into the cold air, jumping in my car and rushing round to Molly’s.

I need him too.

‘It’s a quarter after one, I’m a little drunk and I need you now... I said I wouldn’t call, but I lost all control and I need you now...’

*Jay’s POV*

“She’s not coming man, let’s get you home.” Adam said as he came back over to the bar, shaking my head I checked the time 1.15am.

“She’ll be here.” I slurred as I nursed my eight beer of the night, not including however many shots I did.

“C’mon, I’ll drop you off-“ “No man, I’m not leaving this bar till she comes, I need her, now.” I raised my voice slightly cutting him off, still slurring as I looked over to the door where people were leaving.

“Alright, alright, we’ll wait with you.” Adam said raising his hands in surrender and walking back over to the rest of the team who were looking at me with worried eyes

Rolling my own I turned back to my phone, 0 calls and 0 messages. She’ll come, she has to. Not being able to help myself I pressed her number and listened to it ring before it went quiet. Voicemail great, maybe she really isn’t coming...

‘And I don’t know how I can do without, I just need you now...’

*Y/n POV*

As I sit in the car staring at the bar over the road I couldn’t stop my hands from shaking, this is it, all I’ve gotta do is walk in there and get him back, easy peasy... right? Shaking my head I opened the door and climbed out before making my way across the street, slowly pushing open the bars doors. As soon as I stepped foot inside I could feel all eyes on me, but mine never left him as he swirled his beer around in its bottle, looking over to the rest of intelligence I couldn’t help but smile slightly at the grins on all of their faces, Adam mouthing a quick ‘thank you’. Slowly I made my way over to Jay and took a seat on the stool besides him.

“Y/n, niece of Herrmann.” I said quietly watching the side of face, seeing how he turned confused before realisation suddenly took over.

“You came.” He whispered as he looked me up and down almost checking I was real. “I didn’t think you would come, I thought you hated me.” He said quietly, a lone tear falling from his eye, breaking the damn I had up, a slow flow of tears falling down my cheeks.

“Of course I came,” I started, wiping the tears from my face with a small laugh. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the day I left. I love you so much Jay Halstead, I just need you to talk to me after a hard case, not keep it bottled up.” I said quietly reaching over and taking his hand in mine.

“I love you so much y/n, and I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make sure you have the best life anyone could ever ask for.” He said standing up and pulling me up with him, wrapping his arms around my waist as mine went around his neck.

“I’ll never let you go again.” He whispered before he placed his lips on mine, moving in perfect sync like we’d never been apart. Slowly moving away the sound of cheering got my attention, the rest of intelligence came over hugging and congratulating us.

“Sorry I’m not staying long, I just came to get him.” I smiled slightly as I looked over at Jay who was already watching me, a big smile on his face causing mine to grow.

“Come on loser, let’s go.” He laughed wrapping his arm around my shoulder pulling me to the exit.

“I will leave your ass here detective.” I joked snuggling into his side as we walked out of Molly’s saying goodbye as we went.

“You’re never leaving again.” He said stopping next to my car looking down at me seriously.

“I know baby, I missed you much.” I smiled sadly a single tear escaping which he wiped away with the pad of his thumb. “I love you Jay Halstead.”

“I love you more than you could ever know y/f/n y/l/n.”

‘Oh baby I need you now...”

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glitterslag · 5 years

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Paris, Mon Amour - A Booty Call spinoff/Part 3

Back by popular demand. And because Paris Ben needed his own blurb.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: language, some smut, lil bit of angst and a rogue dick-pic

Summary: You’re trying not to miss Ben, but it’s hard when there are pictures of him everywhere you look. Even your house-mate can’t shut up about him.

A/N: This was originally a spin-off blurb set in the Booty Call AU, but can either be read as a standalone or as a Part 3 of the main fic. LOTS of people have requested this over the weeks (super sorry it’s taken me so long to finally finish) so I’d love it if just as many people RB and comment! Enjoy x

P.S. my tag lists are a holy show at the moment so if you were/weren’t tagged and you did/didn’t want to be - SORRY!

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“Have you seen those pictures of Ben at the Oscars?”

You were kneeling on the kitchen tiles, up to your elbows in the bottom freezer drawer, hunting for a tub of ice cream. Jen’s voice floated down the hallway from where she stood at her bedroom mirror, taking off the last of her makeup.

Jen was one of those people who always kept her bedroom door open.

“The ones with Joe and Gwil?” You called back, smiling faintly.

You had post notifications on for all of your friends, Joe and Gwilym included. You had, of course, seen their instagram stories from the Oscars.

“No, no. The ones with the girl.” Jen said as she wandered through into the kitchen, towel on her head and her body wrapped in her fluffy purple dressing gown.

“Lucy?” You wondered, spoon in your mouth as you used both hands to rummage for the tub of mint choc chip.

“No, the beautiful blonde, the skinny one.”

“Lucy’s the blonde.”

You were starting to get a bit irritable now, fingers stinging with the cold of the freezer. Where was the bloody ice cream?

“No, not Lucy, another one - gorgeous. A model maybe?”

“I think you mean his stylist.” You said bluntly. “Iliara?”

“Noo no, not his stylist, the stunning blonde-“

“I GET IT SHE’S BEAUTIFUL!” You yelled, slamming the freezer door shut with a heavy thud.

Jen faked hurt.

“Well there’s no need to get so snappy with me. I was just saying.”

You honestly hated her, sometimes.

In truth, you did wonder about what Ben was getting up to every night at these glamorous parties, even though you knew you had absolutely no right to. You couldn’t help it. He wasn’t your boyfriend – far from it - you had only slept together a handful of times by now. And Jen knew that. You tried hard to just to be happy for Ben, and not think too much about him rubbing shoulders with all these beautiful women. But it wasn’t easy when she seemed to have this perfect knack for rubbing things in.

All the boys had said that they wished you could come tonight, but unfortunately not. Apart from Rami, they were only seated in the viewing gallery themselves, and none of them got to bring a plus one. Only having been an apprentice, there was no chance someone with your position would get invited to the ceremony.

You got texts and snapchats from the boys though, all night, making less and less sense as they steadily get drunker and you found yourself staying up way past bedtime to open their messages, despite having a lecture at 9am.

“Wish you were here to help me tie my tie. Keeps coming undone :/” read a particularly sweet one you received from Ben at about one in the morning, and it somehow calmed all of the fears you’d had before.

~~~

“Have you seen those pictures of Ben in Paris?” Came Jen’s disembodied voice almost the second you walked through the door, and you nearly jumped out of your skin.

“What are you, stalking him?” You said bitterly, ripping off your bike helmet and flinging it down onto the sofa.

Jen eyed you from the kitchen counter knowingly.

“Long day, was it?”

You shed your coat, scarf, gloves, hat, shoes, each one coming to join your helmet with more velocity than the last.

“Mm.” You muttered under your breath, stalking over with your arms folded to flick the kettle on. “Remind me again why I started back at this fucking uni..?”

~~~

You had seen the pictures.

Ben had flown to Paris for fashion week that morning, and by the time you sat down to have lunch at uni he was all over your Instagram feed looking like he’d barely slept. There were pictures of him with models. Sat on the front row of some Yves Saint Laurent show sandwiched in between them. The butterflies in your belly had started up again.

You hated yourself for being like this. Insecure was so not attractive. And you were never like that with boys. It’s just that other boys usually weren’t Ben fucking Hardy.

He didn’t look very happy. He hadn’t shaved, and there were dark circles under his eyes. You couldn’t help but feel a twang of concern. You wrestled with yourself for an hour or so before shooting him a little text, enquiring after his wellbeing.

He didn’t get back to you until midnight.

“Just got back to my hotel room. Exhausted.”

“No offence, but you look it.”

Ben had gone straight from the Oscars afterparty to the airport for a twelve hour flight to Paris. You were doing a presentation on colour theory for your Contemporary Cinema seminar when his text had come pinging through into the top corner of your MacBook, hooked up to the projector for your whole class of 30 to see.

Ben Hardy: Still pissed on the plane. Help me

They’d all giggled as you scrambled to switch off iMessage, struggling to regain composure and continue with your presentation, worth 50% of your grade for the whole module. It was a good job Ben had such a common name, as you had to laugh and brush it off when some kid in the back joked that you were “chirpsing the real Peter Beale”.

You recounted the tale to Ben now, hoping to give him a laugh, and indeed, the screen lit up your dark bedroom with a little line of laughter emojis only a minute later. You grinned, warmed. You might have been separated from him by the English channel, but compared to Los Angeles? You could kid yourself he was only next door.

You wanted badly to tell him you missed him, but you’d only just started admitting it to yourself.

“Sorry we keep missing each other.” He wrote, referring to the conflicting schedules you’d had over past few weeks, as well as the time zone issue. “It’s just been a mad one.”

That’s ok! I get it :)

You reply. And then:

You should sleep.

You worked out it would be past 1am there. He had to have been absolutely worn out.

Can’t.

Why’s that?

Kinda got a problem..

You waited for him to elaborate, sitting up and switching on your bedroom light.

You’re not in public are you?

Why??

You were curious now, closing all your other apps to focus solely on the conversation. Surely he knew that at midnight on a Monday you’d be home.

Just answer You at home?

I’m in bed

Even better ;)

You felt a flutter in the pit of your stomach. What was he up to?

Ben, what is it?

I wanna send you something

And then it dawned on you. He couldn’t sleep. Had a problem. Needed you to be alone.

Oh.

Only if that’s ok?? He replied, seconds later.

Yes

You put the phone down on your pillow, chewing on your nails as you waited for him to send it. There was no reason to be nervous. You’d seen his cock in person. Touched it. It just felt like a big deal somehow, having it on your phone. Risky.

He was lying in bed too. White hotel sheets, single bed against one wall, a mirror image of your cramped little student room.

The picture was nice.

I mean, of course it was – it was his, but even for him. He was naked, from the looks of it, lying on his back grasping himself in his fist, bright pink and hard against his belly. He looked gorgeous. You could barely close the picture long enough to tell him so.

You didn’t full-on sext. He was far too tired - and you far too shy - for that. But you did send him a picture of yourself, face cut off from the lips upward, of course. It was nothing too crazy. Just you lying in bed in your low-cut pyjama vest and French knickers (“Fitting ;)”).

After a few more messages back and forth your cheeks were stinging with heat, nipples hard through your pyjama top and a pool forming between your thighs.

He sent you a picture of his come, pearlescent white against his velveteen stomach in the camera flash. You felt your heart beating in your mouth and your fingers and your clitoris as you looked at it, wondering how that, something you’d never, ever imagined yourself wanting to receive from anyone, could be so beautiful to you.

You found yourself longing for his taste. To lick every last drop from the silky skin of his tummy.

Christ. You thought. What had gotten into you?

“What a waste” you typed.

~~~

The next morning you strolled into the kitchen with a spring in your step , and were pouring cereal into a bowl when Jen piped up from the kitchen table.

“Did you see those pictures of Ben?” She asked predictably, and you bit back a smirk. “The ones with the models? He’s at the Yves Saint Laurent show.”

As if you wouldn’t have known where he was.

She was on the gossip page of one of those glossy magazines, OK! or Grazia - that sort of thing. As she brushed toast crumbs away to pour over the celebrity news you caught a glimpsed of a harassed-looking Ben, walking down the street with his hood up.

“He’s at fashion week.” She added.

“Oh, I spoke to him last night, actually.” You said, attempting to sound offhand.

“Really?” Jen replied airily. “What’d you talk about?”

“He was just saying how tired he was. Couldn’t wait to get back to London.”

“He was probably saying it to make you feel better.”

She didn’t look up from the magazine as she bit into her toast. Still, you could tell she was put out.

~~~

Ben arrived back that night and invited himself over. Couldn’t be bothered to deal with the mess at his, he said. He could unpack tomorrow. Besides, Frankie was with his ex for the whole week anyway, so there was nothing for him to be back for. He said he’d dump his suitcase at home and then come straight round, but you didn’t realise how literally he’d meant that.

He looked bone-weary. Hair a mess, he wasn’t shaved or showered, still in his clothes from the flight and you thought privately that you might prefer this version of him the best. His nose and fingers and toes were cold from the outside, and you squealed in his grasp, trying to squirm away but he wouldn’t let you, nuzzling his icy nose into you on purpose, seeking your warmth. You got straight into bed even though it had only just gone 8 by the time he rocked up, and his lips were pressed against yours right away.

For once, there was absolutely no lust there. He didn’t try to roll on top of you, hands staying on your middle, rubbing up and down your sides gently instead of trying to wander downwards. Just kissing for the sake of kissing. It made your heart speed up to think it. You still couldn’t quite believe he was here. He’d never been round to your flat before.

You made out for what could’ve been ten minutes or an hour, before coming to a slow, mutual stop.

“ ‘M’too tired to do anything,” He said, voice thick with sleep as he pushed his face into your neck to smell you. “Jus’ wanna nap for a million years.”

“M’Kay.” You said, muffled against his soft green jumper. He smelled of the outside.

~~~

You woke up not knowing what century it was, and you assumed he’d feel the same.

It was about 7am, and you were positively toasty. The heating had kicked in overnight and you’d fallen asleep in leggings and fluffy bed socks. At some point, Ben had taken his top off and you’d eagerly taken it and put it on, keen for his body warmth that still clung to it.

You peeled yourself off him, feeling sweat sticking down your back from where his bare chest had been pressed against it all night. He was like a space heater at the best of times. You slipped your socks off your sweaty feet and kicked them far down the bed, losing them in the sea of duvet.

You wriggled around in his arms so you could bury into his chest and he wrapped them back around you again, even in sleep. You lay there for a while in the pitch black, playing at being a little mouse snuggled up in the burrow, lying side by side with its den mate in the dark earth. Only the smell and feel and taste of each other to rely on.

You almost didn’t want to wake him up. To prolong the pretence that he was your live-in boyfriend for just a little longer. That he didn’t have to leave in an hour or two and that then you wouldn’t see him again for god knows how long.

You realised you only disliked dark mornings when you were sleeping alone.

~~~

“Have you seen those pictures of Ben at the airport?” Jen asked as the two of you trailed into the kitchen.

Ben stepped out from behind you awkwardly, and her ears turned pink with embarrassment. She slapped her hand over her mouth. You realised this was her first time meeting him in person.

“Coffee?” She managed to squeak after collecting herself again, and everyone laughed.

“It’s a good job you’re back.” She said to Ben not long later, handing him the mug of black coffee which he grabbed gratefully. “She’s been in a mood all week!”

“I have not Jen!” You protested, mortified.

Ben just grinned and slung an arm around you, biting into his toast.

“I’ll keep her in check.”

He winked at you and you nearly died off.

You watched him across the kitchen table over breakfast, thumming at your shirt collar. You brushed your fingers over your sore collar-bone absentmindedly, poking at the skin there testingly, bruised from where he’d sucked and bitten it. There was a sort of soft shyness to the way Ben was looking at you; private, stolen glances over steaming coffee cups, Jen yammering on in the background, oblivious to the fullness of the atmosphere.

You’d never liked it in the morning as much as you did with Ben. Only an hour ago, you’d been giving him a sloppy blowjob under the covers, enjoying the perfect stillness of 7am while he ran his hands through your hair and sighed. Eventually, once he was a bit more awake, he’d hauled you up and then rolled on top, pinning your hands to the bed as he settled his warm, welcome weight on top of you.

You’d not been quite ready for him yet, legs slung over his hips and hooked under his bum as he wiggled into you, and the stretch felt so incredible it had been an effort to keep quiet, conscious of Jen asleep in the next room. His thrusts were slow, fingers laced through yours, holding you down as you kissed sloppily.

Then he’d let go of one of your hands to bring a thumb down in between your legs, fingers gripping at your hip gently as he brushed over your clit, feather-light. He slowly built you to a shivering, long drawn out orgasm, clenching on him violently as he trembled with the effort of staying quiet.

Eyes squeezed shut, pink lips parted, he approached his high, and you took him by the back of the head gently to place a long, soft kiss to his cheek to soothe him. He pushed into it, panting, little noises of appreciation escaping the back of his throat while he came.

~~~

“I’ll have to leave”.

You snapped him out of his reverie and he blinked at you, blushing. You didn’t have to be an expert to tell what he’d been thinking about.

“Lecture?” Ben wondered, and you shook your head.

“Nah, work.”

You told Ben he was free to stay and have breakfast after you left for your part time job at a cafe. However, it appeared that the idea of him and Jen being left alone together terrified him as much as it did you and he opted to walk out with you after you finished your coffee. You walked your bike with him to where he’d parked his car.

“I could give you a lift?”

“Nah,” you said casually, fastening your helmet under your chin. “traffic’ll be bad”

He nodded his head. Neither of you moved to leave, and he looked like he was about to say something until both your heads jerked around at the sound of a group of school kids shouting from across the road.

“Oi, weren’t you in Eastenders?!”

One of them came running across the road to where the two of you were stood, face to face in front of his car boot. The rest of them followed nervously. The two of you sighed and smiled.

“I’ll be late.” You said, mounting your bike. He shot you a pleading, apologetic look but you just grinned at him from over your shoulder. “I’ll have to go.”

You waved him off as the gaggle descended on him, cycling away before they could get too good of a look at you. You glanced back every now and then at his retreating form, trying his best to be polite as they each asked him for an autograph and a picture.

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yeehawyoongles · 5 years

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Vine Drabble 5- Behave

Request: May I request some fluff Taehyung x Reader with 6, 22, 50, please? 💕 Thank you very muccch 🤧

6- “Go back to sleep, and starve.”

22. “Bro I had a dream we fucked.”

50. “But you didn’t!”

Word count: 2.2k

-Let’s get this breaddddd- this is kinda cute though

-MASTERLIST-VINE PROMPTS AND REQUEST RULES-

You check your clock- it’s getting quite late, it’s almost 1am. Yet, you were still sat at your desk, finishing your school work- last minute, as always. You were winging your way through a history paper, rephrasing the words that your textbook threw at you, and chucking in a couple of phrases you’d picked up on in class, that you just knew came from some crappy documentary that your teacher had watched an hour before your class started, in fact, once they quoted a documentary you’d watched once when you couldn’t sleep. The house is quiet, except for the mechanic sound of your fingers bashing into your keyboard as you enter your 30th ‘furthermore’. You hear the front door close softly, who had gone out earlier to go out with his friends. Knowing him, he was probably busting a lung at karaoke or something; you trust him not to do anything stupid. As you’re typing away, you notice him mumbling- Is he talking to himself, or has he brought someone home?

He quietly comes up the stairs, and you’re sure that you can hear another set of footsteps approaching too, a lot more hefty than your brother’s. You watch the door as the handle slowly sinks down, as to not wake anyone up but to also ask you if he can come in, which you tell him to, softly. However, he doesn’t do that, and just peeks his head through the door.

“Hi,” He whispers, giving you a small smile. “You’re still working?”

“Yup,” Your lips pop on the final consonant. “Last minute history paper that I completely forgot about, but I’m almost done, I guess. You good? You know, Yoongi, you can come in, this is your room too, annoyingly.”

“Well, you find the money to get us a bigger house smartass,” Yoongi retorts. He’s still standing with his head poking through the door, awkwardly. “Anyways, I have a... situation. I offered one of my friends a place to stay, he lives further out of town, and the buses stopped running to where he lives. Do you mind if he sleeps in here? I’ll take the couch, we might stay up in here for a bit seeing that you’ve still got to finish your essay, we’ll be quiet.” He shuffles awkwardly behind the door, like he needs to pee.”

“That’s fine, I mean, I don’t mind sleeping downstairs either, I actually fit on the sofa, too,” You offer, yawning. “Honestly I might just fall asleep on this desk at this point.”

Yoongi chuckles. “No no, don’t worry about doing that, I’m asking for a big enough favour as it is. Thank you so much. You’re the best, I really mean it.” He opens the door wider so that he can come in. the compliments he gave you seems... out of character to you, as if he’s hiding something. However, the catch of this favour doesn’t take you too long to figure out.

A figure follows him through the door, and it takes you a moment to process who it was. “Woah woah woah, what the fuck Yoongi?” You whisper loudly, staring at him with wide, angry eyes. “Why does this have to be the friend that you bring home?”

“Shh,” Your brother approaches you, giving his friend an apologetic look. “Show some empathy for once, okay? Would you want me to walk all the way out to the countryside late at night, especially when the weather is cold like it is now?? Push whatever issues you have against Taehyung aside, I don’t know what he did to upset you but I can assure you that he’s a good enough guy.”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” You snap, your eyes still angry.

“Well, I thought about telling you but-”

“But you didn’t!” You almost yell. “Look, I know I can hold a grudge but I’m not evil enough to not let him stay here, I get it, it’s fine.” You say, your voice more quiet.

“You, uh, might want to tell that to your face.” Taehyung intercepts for the first time tonight, taking a slight step forwards and gesturing towards the mirror on your desk. You take a look in it, only to find your mouth shaped in a frown and your eyebrows furrowed. Thus, you forcefully relax your face and try to smile, turning around to Taehyung.

“Sorry, no one should have to go walking around this late, make yourself comfortable.” Your smile becomes more false as you speak, your eyes growing wide.

“Uh... Thank you so much, hahah.” Taehyung gives you a wide, boxy smile, which is admittedly cute, but you refuse to give in, settling on rolling your eyes so hard that your whole body rotates and sits back in your desk chair.

“Do whatever you guys do, I have work to finish.”

The two boys go into the bathroom to brush their teeth and change.

“So how’d you piss off my sister?” Yoongi asks before he put his toothbrush in his mouth.

“Hm,” Taehyung thinks back to pinpoint the cause as he takes his tshirt off, swifty replacing it with a borrowed pyjama top from Yoongi. “I think... I think this dates back to the first time I came round here,” Yoongi nods, encouraging Taehyung to continue with the story. “I went into the kitchen so that I could get a glass of water, and treated myself to some ice, too. While I was getting ice out of the freezer, your sister walked in... But I didn’t hear her, and, in my defence, was unaware that you even had a sister, so I turned around to find this girl that I’d never seen standing behind me getting something from the cupboard, and I uh.. freaked out,” Taehyung waves his hands up in the air above him. “I spilt my ice cold water and it went all over her. Then, rightfully, she shouted at me and got super upset.”

“That was very detailed,” Yoongi mumbles under the foamy toothpaste filling his mouth, spitting it out moments later. “But I remember the yelling, and you seeming a little sad. I think something happened to her at school that day, or she was PMS, who knows... she’s just- ‘unique’,” He gestures speech marks with his fingers, talking quietly. “Also, she likes to hold a grudge. She’s still pissed about some toy of hers I broke when I was 10. Only thing you can really do is apologise.”

“I’ve tried to apologise on a couple of ocasions since, but she just glares at me and flips me off,” The younger boy shrugs his shoulders, a frown forming on his face. After all, he really just wants to get along with you, knowing that you’re such a big part of your brother’s life. Also, he thinks you’re kinda cute but you don’t know that, and Yoongi definitely doesn’t know it.

“I don’t know man, I mean we’re talking about the girl who punched her crush in the stomach when she was six,” Yoongi chuckles at the mystery that is you. “Who knows what goes on in her mind. Wouldn’t be surprised if she likes you too.” Taehyung’s face lights up a tad, but not so much to give anything away to your brother.

After you sprinkle in a few more ‘therefores’ and type up a quick conclusion, you shut your computer down and let out a deep sigh of satisfaction and fatigue. You swivel your chair around to face the two boys, who smell of mint toothpaste.

“Right,” You stand up, placing your hands on the tops of your legs. “I’m done. We can all get a couple hours of sleep in before we have to get up and go to school, and, whatever you guys do.”

“Okay,” Yoongi mumbles. “Taehyung, sleep in my bed, you’re our guest. And you,” He turns to point an accusatory index finger towards you. “Behave. I want my friend to leave this place in the same state that he was in when he came in, okay?” You nod firmly in response, maintaining eye contact with him through your glare. Yoongi approaches you and gives you a gentle hug. “Night.” He greets the two of you as he exits the room, his slumber awaiting him.

“Unfair!” Taehyung whines. “Why don’t I get a hug??” A playful frown appears on his face.

You scoff in response. “Really? That’s what’s so unfair about this whole situation? Because I would say it’s the fact that us two have to share a room!” You try and keep your voice quiet so that your brother doesn’t hear your complaints.

“Hey! I’ve told you before, I’m sorry!” The playful frown on Taehyung’s face is now a lot more serious, you can feel his frustration. However, you are painfully stubborn and you’ve made a habbit out of holding grudges, no matter how strong your feelings were for a person.

You take a deep breath. “Just go to sleep, Tae.”

Taehyung looks defeated as he turns around and walks to Yoongi’s bed, but before he gets in, his body pauses.

“What did you just call me?” He asks, a big smirk across his face. You pause too, with one leg inside of your bed, the realisation hitting you that you had just used his pet name.

“Shut up. Go to bed.” You say as you lay yourself in bed comfortably, Taehyung doing the same moments later, before dozing off to sleep.

Well, at least you did.

Taehyung didn’t understand how you were sleeping so soundly, the bed was so so, so,uncomfortable. No matter if he slept on his side, on his back, hugging a pillow, he just couldn’t get to sleep.

Your sleep too sounds... disturbed. Taehyung turns to face you, finding a sheet of sweat covering your skin as you thrash around, your mouth slightly agape as soft whimpers escape it. As Taehyung tries to figure your flustered state out, you turn to face away from him, whining.

Taehyung is now worried about what your dreaming about. It was either super good, or super bad. Even if the former was true, he wasn’t prepared to listen to your fantasies about getting fucked by... Whoever, otherwise it could be problematic for him. And he was not prepared to get himself off in his best friend’s bed, beause he was listening to his sister. The only option, he at least thinks, was to wake you up.

As he get’s up from Yoongi’s bed and starts to approach you, he hears you say something that he really wasn’t expecting; “T-Taehyung!” That stops him right in his tracks. He double checks and sees that you’re definitely still asleep. Could it be...? No, it’s probably a nightmare. He perseveres and carries on walking towards you, crouching down to gently shake your shoulder.

“Hey, wake up..” He whispers, gently. When you feel his cold hand touching your bare arm, you are swiftly dragged back into consciousness.

You yell at the cool touch, and then at how close Taehyung’s face was to yours, given the dream you just had.

“Do you, do you really hate me that much?” He asks, with the same sullen expression he fell asleep with.

“What?” You respond, your voice croaky and your head still dizzy with sleep and confused emotions.

“You said my name in your sleep, it was a nightmare right?” Your eyes widen as you begin to remember the details of your dream, how he looked at you then, and how he touched you... “You looked as if you were in pain, has your hatred for me been drilled into your unconscious?”

See, if you were fully awake and understood what the hell was going on, then you would just say yes. You really did hate him that much. Your groggy, sleepy brain, on the other hand, knew no better.

“No, bro, I had a dream we fucked” You state, matter-of-factly. Taehyung’s eyes were growing just as wide as yours, as realisation hit him, as it did you, and you regret your blunt confession as your brain wakes up.

“You- what?” Taehyung looks you straight in the eye, trying to hide his excitement.

“I did not just say that out loud...” You sigh, laying back, and put your pillow over your head. Taehyung takes the pillow froom you and leans into you.

“Do you, by any chance, like me? Hm?” He could no longer hide his huge, boxy smile as he speaks, still keeping eye contact with you, until you break it off.

“Ugh,” you groan.” “Please, just go back to sleep and starve. I don’t want to talk about it.” You roll onto your side so that you’re facing away from him again.

“Fine, but I’m taking that as a yes,” Taehyung giggled, and your heart melted a little at the sound. “Good night, sweet dreams.” He grabs your shoulders and turns you around so that you were on your back again, giving you a soft, quick kiss on the lips before getting up and making his way to Yoongi’s bed. You can feel your face turning crimson at the spontaneous act, grateful that the room was dark. Slowly, for the first time in a while, a smile makes its way to your face, unknowingly matching the expression of the boy lying on the other side of the room.

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small-stars-blog1 · 7 years

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Prompt 95, Lams?

Prompt 95—You’re so cute when you’re all worried.

John/Alexander, 1400 words (approc.). John gets drunk, Alex is a worried boyf.

I have literally no excuse as to why this took me so long, I’m just lazy. But! I have lots of time to spare so will be writing a lot more frequently! So feel free to send me more

Alex was home late.Again. For the fourth time that week, his work ethic had forced him to staybehind at his job (even if Washington, his boss, insisted that Alex go home). Alex’s brain, as it often did,had wracked him with ideas and thoughts and he just couldn’t stop writing.

So here he was, at theungodly hour of 1am, creeping around the apartment because John was probablyasleep, if the eerie silence was anything to go by. Alex couldn’t say be blamedhis boyfriend. For the past week John would be up and waiting for him to comehome, but tonight (or, rather, this morning) Alex had really set the boundariesanew. He did manage to pick up a boxof John’s favourites chocolates at the 24-hour garage, as a thank you/apology.

Alex himself wasexhausted, his body practically screaming for a rest, so he decided to leaveshowering for the morning, hygiene be damned. He’d much rather wake up feelinga little disgusted than collapsing in the shower (and, besides, even if he didfall asleep in the shower John would inevitably wake up looking for him, andAlex really didn’t want to make him worry after the week they’ve both endured).

After placing thechocolates on the kitchen-table, Alexander made a bee-line for the bedroom. Hejust barely kicked his shoes off when he opened the door, not bothering tocontain an escaped yawn as he slumped onto his side of the bed.

Huh.

Alex fumbled around onthe bed, reaching to the right side for that familiar warmth he couldn’t seemto find, only—

“John?” Alex called out,sitting upright immediately and peering around the bedroom. He was met with asmuch darkness as before, just catching glimpses of furniture outlines. But noJohn.

Alex was usually a calm,collected person when it came to his boyfriend’s antics. He wasn’t the jealoustype, at least not as much as John could be, and had no quarrels with himstaying out late. Of course he didn’t! John was an adult.

But it’s 1am.

And as the screen of hisphone illuminated his face, Alex saw no text messages. No missed calls.

And it was 1am.

There was immediately avery prominent thud, thump of hisheart in his chest as he speed-dialled John.

And then there was theprolonged beep, beep, beep, whichAlex swore was mocking him as the seconds continued to tick by.

“Come on, John,” Alexfound himself mumbling. By this point he was pacing furiously around theapartment, checking in every room and cupboard. He even checked in the fridge,although he wasn’t quite sure why. “Answer the phone, damni—“

“Heeeey babe!” Came theslurred response, mingled with too-loud music that blared through the speakers.

“Hi?” Alex winced,pulling the phone away from his ear. “Where are you?.”

“What, you missing me inyour—“ hiccup “—bed already,Alexandeeeer?”

Alex assumed that Johnwas trying to sound sexy, and if notfor his overwhelming concern he probably would have found the whole ordealhilarious. So instead, Alex deadpanned, “How much have you had to drink?”

“I’m not sure?Probably—“ There was a loaded pause. “Oh my—yes!I love this song!”

Alex suppressed a sigh, Too much,apparently.

“Do I need to come and get you?” Alex asked, his tone becoming a littlewarmer.

“Yeah, yeah. Come over here!” John said with a chuckle, a sound whichnever failed to make Alex’s chest feel warm and fuzzy.

Try as he might, Alex couldn’t suppress a smile.

“Alright, where are you?”

It took an extra 5 minutes for Alex to decipher an appropriate responsefrom his overly-drunk and humoured boyfriend, and normally Alex wouldn’t mind,but he could hear some heated discussion happening in the background, and that usuallyended in disaster.

“Alright, I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

John’s spoke in a whisper, “Pssssssst, Alex,”

“Yes?”

“There’s some asshole back here,”

Alex’s heart did that horrible thing where felt like it had dropped tohis gut. “Don’t do anything, John. Just—wait outside for me?”

“Sureeeeeee.”

Alex decided it would probably be best just to hang up, grab his keysand launch himself into the drivers seat. Speeding down small city-streetsprobably wasn’t his wisest decision, but the roads were pretty empty. And no-onewas watching. And he was anxious. Oh, was he anxious. His mind was racing. Oh god, what if something happens? Is anyoneeven there with him? But, he’s an adult he can go out with himself—but—

He shook his head of thoughts as he curved into a park space, notbothering to lock the car as he got out (okay, so perhaps he forgot, but that’sbeside the point).

Alex didn’t have to look far, really. In the darkened street, the onehouse with multicoloured lights seeping from all windows and music blaring fromthe inside stood out like a sore-thumb. Having said that, Alex didn’t recognisethis house, a fact which was both intriguing and worrying.

He readied his fists because he doubted anyone would here a subtle knock, knock on the door. If needs be,he would (attempt to) kick the door down, which he realised may not be a veryrealistic goal but he also realised he was a very worried boyfriend, and doorsare no match for very worried boyfriends.

He lifted his fist up to the door when it opened.

“Alex!”

“John!” He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips. His fistquickly delved into a supporting hand on the shoulder, because John wasswaying. “John, I almost punched you.”

The taller of the two frowned. “That’s meaaaaan. You need to drink!Yeah.”

“No. I don’t.” Alex bit hislip and tentatively asked, “Are you alright? What happened to that, uh‘asshole’?”

“Um—”

As if on cue, there was some brash shouting in the distance. Alexattempted to tune out the offensive language; if he got mad then John certainlywould and Alex just wanted him home.

John tried to smile, “I might have punched him.”

“Welp, we’re going. Come on,” his grip on the others’ shouldertightened, and he began to drag him out of the house and down the street. Johnwas obviously having difficulties walking in a straight line, so naturally Alexsupported him with a hand to the waist.

“Don’t you want to, um” hiccup, “goback?” He asked, leaning over to Alex and nuzzling into his neck. Johns awkwardposition was making it difficult for Alexto walk in a straight line, now.

“No, John. I don’t.” They neared the car and Alex helped his boyfriendinto the passenger seat, ignoring Johns insistences that he didn’t need helpbecause clearly, he did; John was using the wrong seatbelt, for a start. “John,darling, that’s my seatbelt. Here,let me do yours.”

When Alex finally, finally gotinto the drivers seat and began to drive away, John leaned over to him andpositively purred.

“Aleeex, why wont you love me?”

“I am trying to drive…?”

“You’re angry.”

Alex frowned. He turned a corner, driving at a considerably slower speedthis time. “Not angry. A little annoyed, perhaps.”

“Whyyyyy?” John asked, prodding Alex’s cheek. Neither of them knew whyhe did that for, really.

Alex didn’t answer until they had pulled into park by the flat-complex.The other had spent much of the journey mumbling to himself about something;Alex couldn’t really make any of it out.

“John.” Alex turned to him, “I love you. You know I do. Just,” he huffed.“But, right now it’s one-fourty a.m, and I understand you’re anadult, but one call or text doesn’t go amiss. I was worried.”

John proceeded to poke his boyfriend again. Alex was poised betweengiving in and laughing, because god was John Laurens cute, or being veryannoyed and irritated. He decided to go for the latter, because he wouldn’t forgive himself if this happened again.

“I was worried. I was speeding to get you because I thought youwere gonna get in a fight. Again.”

John beamed, “You’re so cute when you’re all worried.”

Alex pouted. He realised that this was probably a conversation to havewith sober-John, since drunk-John didn’t seem to be computing all that wellright now.

He helped his boyfriend to their bedroom, deciding to leave the apology/thank-youchocolates for tomorrow, too. He wasn’t all that surprised when John collapsedonto their bed, be it from vertigo or sheer exhaustion. Honestly, it could havebeen both.

He mumbled into the pillows, “I love yoou so much, babe. So, so much.”

Alex smiled. “I love you too.” He nudged him, “Hey, don’t you want to get in your PJs?”

But there was no response other than the gentle, slowed breathing thatcame with sleep. Alex crept from the room, grabbed a glass of water and two-paracetamoltablets and put them on the bedside table beside John.

After changing into his own pyjamas, he laid down in bed and was relieved to feel thatfamiliar-warmth at his side again, where it belonged. Still, he made a mental note to have careful words with John when they awoke.

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arianasgrnds · 7 years

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Manchester Arena Attack - My Experience

On Monday 22nd May 2017, a bomb was detonated inside the foyer of Manchester Arena following an Ariana Grande concert that I had attended. This is my story.

For around 3/4 years I have been desperate to see Ariana in concert, but I never had gotten the chance to, until she announced her Dangerous Woman Tour which included a date in Manchester, approximately 44 miles away from my hometown Leeds. I ordered my tickets on the bkstg pre sale on 26th November 2016 and the countdown started until the day my dream was going to come true, none of my friends were fans of her so I begged my boyfriend to come with me, he knew how much it meant to me to see her and agreed to come with me.

We decided to go there for the day and explore Manchester a bit and get food before we went to the concert, we had previously visited Manchester in September to see McFly on their Anthology Tour and only got to explore a little of Manchester, but we fell in love with the city. We booked tickets to go to a Cat Cafe in the afternoon, but other than that our plan was just to walk around and go into a few shops.

The night before the concert I was up until around 1am panicking because I had a gut feeling that something was going to go wrong, however I suffer from anxiety and panic attacks so I just put it down to that and I was already anxious about taking the train there. As we were waiting for the bus into the city centre to get our train I told my boyfriend about how I was feeling through the night and that I was panicking something was going to go wrong such as losing our tickets, missing our train, getting stranded etc and I was scared I was going to have a panic attack as I had had one at McFly in September and when we went to see You Me At Six in October 2016, but he assured me everything would be fine and we went to get our train.

When we arrived in Manchester we were both excited to explore and go to the Cat Cafe, we went into a few shops and walked around the city centre then went to the Cat Cafe. After the Cat Cafe we went to Pizza Hut for tea, there was a group of girls on a table next to us wearing Ariana merchandise and I began to get suuuuper excited that I was finally going to see her in a few hours.

We went from Pizza Hut straight to the arena and queued to get into the venue, doors were supposed to open at 6:30pm but they were running late so we got in around 7:30pm, got some soft drinks, went to the toilet and sat in our seats. At this point I started feeling really anxious, my way of dealing with this was to get up and walk to and from the toilets just outside of the entrance near our block, I did this several times until Victoria Monet and BIA came on, still feeling quite anxious whilst waiting for Ariana’s countdown to start.

Ariana’s 10 minute countdown video started playing and I felt a lot better due to the excitement of finally seeing an artist I had looked up to for so long, I had been counting down for months to this moment that I was going to be in the same room as her. She came onstage and I was ecstatic, she was amazing, my favourite part was Knew Better part 2/Forever Boy, I sung so loud and was so so so happy and in awe of her, she hit every note effortlessly whilst dancing perfectly in high heels, how? I don’t know.

Her last song was Dangerous Woman, she said goodbye etc then over the speakers they started playing Dangerous Woman as people started to exit the arena. I had bought a DWT hoodie and shirt that they had put into a JD bag, before the show my boyfriend thought to push it under his seat so it was safe, when he stood up as she came on stage, he accidentally pushed the bag further under his seat so we were trying to get it out. We were due to be getting the 11:30pm train from Manchester Victoria back to Leeds so we had around an hour before we had to get our train, we had planned to wait in the foyer where McDonalds etc was, the foyer where the bomb was detonated.

We finally got my merch out and started walking up the stairs of our block (block 105) to exit when the terrorist detonated the bomb. Under my feet I felt this vibration so powerful that I had never felt anything like, the arena which was previously filled with excited chatter, happiness and laughter from a room full of fans who had just seen their favourite artist went silent, but only for a second, then it went loud again, but this time it wasn’t excited chatter anymore, it was panic. Everyone started screaming and when I looked above us there were people jumping off of the balconies to try and get out of the arena, my reaction was to grab my boyfriends hand and run after saying to him “we need to run or we’re going to die”

Security didn’t know what to do, but they were asking us not to run down the stairs, there were children screaming and crying, their parents trying to console them whilst hiding their own fear. We ran to the fire exit and through some corridors (this part is a blur to me) when we came to a stand still. I asked a member of staff what had happened and got told it was “just a tactical throw”, I also overheard someone saying a speaker had blown, but I thought it was either a shooting or a bomb. There was a strange smell of burning which I can’t describe, I had never smelt a burning smell like that before.

A girl in front of us was covered in other people’s blood whilst a crowd of people surrounded her asking if she was okay, my boyfriend asked her if she was okay and what had happened but she was too in shock to reply. We then started running again before coming to a stop once again, I looked to the right of us and there was a middle aged man holding a white Ariana shirt to his head, the shirt was red with blood and there was a puddle of blood at his feet as well as blood on the floor around him. I looked back in front of me and still holding my boyfriends hand began running again until we finally managed to get out of the arena.

We didn’t know which way it was to Manchester Victoria as we had come through a fire exit, everyone was panicking and screaming in fear as an announcement played over speakers telling us to evacuate the building. My boyfriend asked a security guard which way Manchester Victoria was and we ran that direction until we were outside Manchester Victoria, which had gone into lockdown. We stood outside Manchester Victoria trying to calm down and figure out what to do as we tried calling my Dad, because even if our train wasn’t cancelled, we didn’t want to get it and I was desperate to see my Dad. My phone wasn’t ringing at first so my boyfriend tried to call him on his phone, after a few calls to the house phone and his mobile he answered and he said to my Dad “something has happened in Manchester and we need you to come and get us” it was at this point it sank in what had actually happened and I broke down.

I spoke to my Dad and he said he was on his way and to send him the postcode for Manchester Victoria, I googled it and sent it over to him, then a group of armed police ran past us shouting at everyone to move so I suggested we ran to the nearest hotel. I asked a policeman if there was any safe place we could go and he replied “no, you need to get out of the city, now!” So we started running again, we didn’t even know where we were going because the times I had been to Manchester Arena in the past my parents had taken me there and picked me up, we just ran.

We ended up at the Travelodge hotel we had stayed at when we came to see McFly for 3 days in September, the lobby was packed with people trying to get last minute rooms because they were stranded and people just wanting a safe place like we were. We sent my Dad the address, sat in the bar area and got drinks as everyone crowded around the tv to watch the news because at this point, you couldn’t escape what had happened because it was on every news channel. Breaking news. I was in the middle of something that tv and radio channels all over the world had stopped everything to cover. On the news it said 19 was dead and 50 something were injured, everyone in the lobby started crying again and holding those close to them, when a little girl ran into the lobby who had gotten separated from her Mum and sister. This girl looked around 10 years old and it broke my heart because she was one of thousands of other children her age and younger who were at the concert that night.

I checked my phone and had messages from hundreds of people asking if I was okay, people offering to come and get me and my boyfriend too, the support that we were offered was so overwhelming. People were opening up their homes for those stranded, taxi drivers offering free lifts home to as far as Liverpool and Sheffield, hotels opening up their lobbies for victims and survivors and looking after children that had gotten separated from the adults they were with.

After what felt like hours and hours, my Dad called us letting us know he was in Manchester but couldn’t get to us because all of the roads had been blocked off into the city centre, thanks to police we managed to finally find him around half an hour later of walking around, as soon as I saw him I ran up to him and hugged him tighter than I ever have done before. He was still in his pyjamas because he couldn’t get dressed properly he was rushing so much to get to us. We got in the car and I cried the whole way home, then sat up until 5am watching the death toll go up. For about a week after it happened I became obsessed with checking the news for updates to a point where I was waking up several times during the night to check.

Since it happened I have nightmares and flashbacks every night, even after over a month, so I’m hoping that this post will help me because this is the first time I’ve fully shared my story. I’m scared to click post, but it’s something I need to do. I think about the victims and their familes every day and probably will do for the rest of my life.

We were given free tickets to One Love Manchester, my Dad took us so we could leave at any point, but we ended up staying until the end. Once we got inside I was fine, but leaving I started to have flashbacks of that night and panicked. People passing by, complete strangers, even stopped to ask if I was okay, everyone was so united and looking after each other.

One Love Manchester was so important because it helped me, my boyfriend and thousands of others that experienced that night heal. I’m so proud of every person that returned to go to One Love Manchester and of course, of Ariana, who is such a brave and strong woman, her strength inspires me. I loved her so much before this experience, but she means so much more to me now than she did. Her concert was one of the best/worst nights of my life, but I won’t let it stop me going to concerts, concerts have been my happy place for as long as I can remember and the next time she tours I won’t hesitate to buy tickets, I’m going to get meet and greet and squeeze her to tightly. We can’t let hate win.

#ariana grande #manchester arena #my story #one love manchester #dangerous woman tour #dwt #dwt: manchester

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Request: heyy so im basically a nobody but can you do an imgine where y/n is Rick’s little sister and she falls in love with the joker? btw i love your imagines 😍😍😍 - by @dani-leto

|Okay, so I’m soooo freaking sorry for being sooo late. But I’m back, with new ideas and new content!! My Tumblr will change a little. From now on I will write not only about Joker but about Jared Leto and whole 30 Seconds to Mars. BUT this blog will be based on Joker, while my Wattpad (@Emu_ki) will be based on Jared.. So feel free to go check my stories there.! Love you dolls!! Let me know what you think about this one ;)|

“Why you are so late??!” A loud man voice reached you from the living room just after you entered the house.

It was 2 am. You came back after a party. You took off your black high heels and checked pretty messy (h/c) hair. “Maybe I didn’t need to come back home huh!?” You replied getting pretty pissed off.

You were already 19 years old and still everybody acts like you are ‘the little girl’. “You MUST to get home!” The voice replied getting closer to you. Rick showed up. “But let’s be realistic, my little kid is sleeping and this kind of time is heaven for me and June and with your night life it can be ruined…” he said while leaning next to the wall. He was chewing a Pb&J sandwich. “Then why aren’t you sleeping too?” You narrowed your eyes and walked to your room.

Right after graduation you asked Rick for a place to live. He was your older brother. You weren’t sure about his answer.. He had wonderful family life with June and it was too much to ask, but you had to. For your surprise he agreed and now you had your own room in his house.

Yeah, life with a small kid wasn’t easy, but you had to help. For some time at least.. You loved to go out with friends, it was your addiction. You always had so much fun, the night vibes always pull your mood up, drinking and smoking got you relaxing, but it wasn’t very often just because it wasn’t the right way to spend your money. Every night there were new places, new faces.

Last nigh wasn’t an exception. You and couple of your other girl friends went to one of the ‘greatest’ club of all. And that was a huge mistake, after 1hr you had to leave that place, just because that place sucked at giving the great atmosphare. Well at least you had an opportunity to meet a guy. Rick would be go insane if he would know that you danced with The King of crime…

You lay down onto your bed with your clothes and smiled. You still could sense his aroma. You closed your eyes and once again you saw that wonderful man, a real gentleman. His green hair, pale skin, red lips, silver smile.

That night he gently approached you by the bar. He gently placed his hand around your waist after taking a shot of alchohol with you. He face structure and deep eyes just took over you. There was no big chit chats going, he just offered to dance together, you accepted not only from a fear about being dead, but from the curiosity of being so close to such infamous criminal. Your body was touching his while you both took over the dance stage. Your friends were looking at you with fear but non of them were brave enough to free you from is grip.

After a dance he kissed your cheek super soft “We’ll meet again baby doll” he whispered before leaving. And now you are blushing as hell in your bed. You closed your eyes and it took only a few seconds to fall asleep.

Next morning you woke up when the sunlight touched your face. You sat on your bed and yawned while looking around the room. You quickly dressed up and opened your room’s door and almost bumped into a Rick. “Good morning” He laughed at your sleepy face expression. “You got a single letter.” Your eyes got wider both of you knew, nobody sends you any kind of letters. “Morning morning” you quickly took your letter and without ceremonies opened the envelope. Rick was interested too but as soon as you saw the first word you quickly closed the bedroom’s door and sat on the carpet.

“Morning, doll face… I forgot to ask your name.

Indeed… You are that military boy’s lil sis, huh?? This ain’t that fun, darling..

Now, let’s keep it in secret bunny, I will see you very soon…

Everything is planed, I know you want is as much as I do…”

Your jaw dropped, so many questions were in your head it started to hurt little. “Very soon?” You whispered and looked at your window. What have you done, one single dance probably changed your whole life. Maybe he is faking it? No, it’s a lame joke for the Joker. Then you read it once again.. MINE. You read bolder letters.. His.. No, it wasn’t a joke. You took a deep breath and threw that envelope to a garbage bin and went downstairs. You ignored Rick’s questions and nagging about a secret lover. You just continued to live a normal life, somehow..

- 1 week later -

One week without secret envelopes, messages or something different. Just before you leaving the house for some shopping with friends June stopped you. “Y/N?.. Look, I found it this morning in front of your bedroom door.” June held a purple rose. She said bedroom door?! No, how? “Bedroom?!” You repeated and took that rose from your hands. June fixed her glassed “Maybe you dropped it somehow before bed time?” You tried to come up with logic reason, but sadly no ideas came up, so you continued with June’s idea. “Ah yeah, probably, thank you” You smiled and left the house. A rose, INSIDE?.. You head was spinning, he was inside.. It has to be Joker’s, obviously it’s his…

- 2 weeks later -

Another week without any mysterious gifts or letters. It was a Friday evening. You were sitting on your bed reading some sort of book about psychology. Every single type of different psychopathy made you more and more interested. You looked at the phone it was already 1am. You put the book on the night stand and got under the blanket. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

After some time a loud scream woke you up. For a second you thought it was just in your dream. But a woman screamed once again and her scream was followed with gun shots. You quickly stood up and slowly opened your bedroom door. You slightly peaked out and looked down the hallway.

Rick was holding his gun, pointing to the front door. "Daaaaarling!!! My sweet Y/N..." Voice came from outside "Please tell your sweet military boy to put down the gun!! I just missed my kitten" You recognised the voice after a long and loud laugh. It was Joker. At this point you felt weak and super confused.

June looked at you "H-how does he know your name!?!" She was shocked but not as much as you were. Joker knocked at the door couple of times "excuse me.. but is it safe now??" He asked while giggling. "Sweetie, should I use my guns?!" He continued shouting from outside.

"N-no, he will kill you!" You walked out of the bedroom talking to June and Rick. You were coming closer to door when Rick grabbed your hand "Hell no you are NOT going to see him!" He shouted while gripping your hand harshly. "June, go get the baby and hide!" He commanded and looked directly into your e/c eyes. "I'm not letting you go with that psycho" he said loudly.

Then there was a knock once again "Sweet sweet Y/N, I will count to ten.." You got scared about the mind in your head seeing bloody Rick or June with a kid in her hands. "He. Will. Fucking. Kill. You" You said seriously. You weren't sure about what was happening around. Heart was shouting to go and hug that monster while your brains told differently. You shook your head and hugged Rick tightly "I will come back" You whispered and reached the doors.

"I won't let you go without a fight!" He shouted and he was right. It was stupid for him to let his younger sister simply leave his house in the middle of the night with this unstable serial killer. As soon as you opened the doors he started to shoot at Joker goons without a break. One of the goons shot into his hand and made him drop the gun. After that with a strong hit he knocked Rick down.

"10 seconds boss" a goon said and Joker quickly ran next to you. He moved his hand around your waist. "Let's go princess" he purred and was about to leave with you. At some point you really wanted to go, have some different life but you knew it was stupid and insane to do this with the Joker himself. You looked at the Rick a little bit scared then looked into those icy blue eyes of Joker and let him lead you to his car. You made a choice by your heart.

Even if it was a mistake, you had to try it out. You followed the Joker and sat next to him. You had no other choice actually, he was probably planing to kill everyone if you were going to reject his offer. And now you are sitting next to the most dangerous man in the whole Gotham only in your pyjamas. His hand was around you. "Welcome darling." He purred once again making you blush.

Now you were in the new family. Untraditional family. But it was a new beginning. You looked back at the house. Your eyes got teary a little but Jared made you face him "I hope you liked my purple rose"...

He changed the subject...

He probably will change you too..

"Sorry Rick, I fell for this monster..."

#imagine #jared leto joker #jared leto #joker #Mistah J #mistahJ #mister j #joker imagine #dc #clown #infamous clown #joker x reader #jokerxreader

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dry-the-rain · 7 years

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Misery loves company- 13 Reasons why (Justin Foley) one shot

Misery, loves company I arrived home, throwing my car keys on the dining table, grabbing a cold water from the fridge and plopping down onto the couch. It had been a long hard days work. I looked at the clock 11pm. It was late and man was I shattered. I grabbed my phone and my bottle of water and headed for bed. I quickly changed into my pyjamas, which consisted of a pair of jogging pants and a vest top before getting into bed. After a while I fell into a light sleep. I was awoken by the sound of my phone bleeping beside me. I looked at the clock 1am who would be calling or texting me at this time. I decided to ignore it and go back to sleep, whoever it was could wait till morning. My phone rang again a few minutes later, whoever it was surely was persistent, I gave in and picked up my phone to answer, it was my best friend Justin. "What the hell Foley, you are aware it's like 1 in the morning" I sighed. " I'm sorry Ash." He said sadly he sounded upset, very upset, my heart began to race now I was worried. "Is everything okay Justin?" I asked the concern that caused my heart to skip a beat now layering my voice. "Everything's fucked Ash" He stated I could tell he was fighting to hold back tears. "Where are you? I'll come pick you up we can talk about this." I Uttered already slipping on my shoes and jacket. "I don't want...." "Justin don't give me that crap, where are you, I'm coming to find you whether you want me too or not." I muttered grabbing my car keys from the table where I chucked them a few hours before. "Eisenhower Park." He mumbled. I jumped in my car and drove there as quickly as I could luckily for me it was only about 10 minutes from my apartment so I made it in five. I parked on the curb just outside the gate. I noticed a small figure sat at the top of the climbing tower. "Justin" I asked as I struggled to climb the children's play equipment. "Ashley you didn't have to..." Justin trailed off looking away from me, small silent tears falling down his cheek. I noticed a large bruise forming on his neck and a cut on his lip. "What the hell happened to you?" I asked closing the gap between us so I could examine his wounds more carefully. "What do you think." He bit back flinching slightly as caressed the bruise on his neck and jaw with my thumb. "One of your mum's lousy boyfriends?" I questioned. He simply nodded silently a few more tears falling down his cheeks. "Justin you can't keep letting this happen, love you need to do something about this." I sighed sadly placing my hand gently on top of his. " I can't Ashy you know I can't." He cried. "Fine..." I mumbled "... Isn't Jess your normal go to gal in a situation like this, I mean she is your girlfriend after all." I asked. Justin and I had been friends for a very long time but since he'd been with Jess he'd pushed me away, rarely even telling me about any problems he had. "We broke up." He sighed. "Oh... I thought you two would be the kind of couple that would stick together through thick and thin and be together forever, I could always imagine you two telling your kids about how you guys were high school sweethearts and it was you against the world but you made it" I trailed off sadly. "Yeah, I wanted that to, I loved her more than anything in this cruel world, but I fucked up Ashy, real bad and I probably got what I deserved." He cried the tears flowing faster now, as if his guards had broken down and he just couldn't hold it in anymore. I wrapped my arms gently around his shoulders pulling his trembling frame into me. "It's gonna be ok Justin" I whispered "No it's not Ash, I've lost everything my girl, friends and I haven't even got a home anymore, considering mom's boyfriend kicked me out" He sobbed. " Justin love, you haven't lost everything, you've always got me, I'm not going anywhere, and you know you're always welcome to stay at my place." I reassured. "Are you... Are you sure" He asked pulling away from me and wiping at his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket. "Positive. Stay as long as you need, I mean it does get a little lonely sometimes being on my own anyway." I smiled weakly. We made our way down the climbing tower and towards my car. The drive back to my apartment was silent. "Ashy you're an amazing friend." Justin said quietly as I parked in the parking lot beneath the building. " I do try" I laughed placing my arm round his shoulder and ruffling his messy hair. "Thank you." He smiled weakly. "No need to thank me anyway home sweet home." I grinned opening the door to my apartment. ****5 Weeks later***** I pull into the the parking lot of my building worry etched across my features as I slammed my car door almost off it hinges. Justin was still living with me and it had become a more permanent arrangement now. He was meant to be meeting me after school but he didn't show, I asked Zach and apparently he's left early though he hadn't thought to tell me and I was stood by my car for 20 minutes in the rain looking like a right idiot. I opened the apartment door in a hurry, I had a very large bone to pick with my so called best friend. "Oi Foley you here." I called angrily through the apartment. No answer. I noticed a note on the table where I usually put my keys. Ashy, Put on this and meet me at Eisenhower park in 30 minutes. Justin I looked under the table in a brown paper bag was a beautiful Black and Tan dress and a pair of black boots. I quickly through them on and fixed my make up before jumping in my car and driving to the park. The rain had cleared completely now leaving a beautiful sunset on the horizon. I pulled up outside the park and looked for Justin. I eventually noticed him stood underneath a tree which had been decorated with lights and paper flowers. There was candles surrounding the tree. Justin stood there in a black button up shirt and black suit jacket. "Well someone scrubs up nicely don't they?" I joked. "I try my best" He laughed. "So Foley what's with all this." I asked "Well..." He paused ".... Ashy you and I have been to hell a lot in the time that we've known each other and I know I've never been the easiest friend to deal with. 5 weeks ago you changed my life in the best way possible, you gave me hope when I felt alone, you gave me something to fight for when I thought I had nothing, I was so close to giving up but you stopped me, just by being you, just by caring, I've realised something over the last few weeks Ash, you make me feel something I've never felt before, a high no drug could give, with you I'm on top of the world and I don't ever want to come down. I love you Ashy more than just a friend, I think I always have, I just never realised it till recently. You said to me, about how you thought Jess and I would've been the couple that was high school sweethearts telling there kids about it being us against the world, well I don't want that with Jess not anymore I want it to be you, Ashy I know I've picked the the most long winded way too say this but you know me I don't do things by halves will you be my girlfriend" Justin breathed small tears forming in his eyes. Warm salty tears already cascading like water falls down my cheeks. I'd always liked Justin more than a friend right from the minute we met but never said or did anything about it because I was afraid he didn't like me back. "Well..." Justin asked taking me from my thoughts. "Yes... A million times over yes" I beamed. Justin engulfed me in his arms tightly. "I've been waiting so long to be able to do this." Justin smiled placing a delicate kiss on my lips.

#13 reasons why #justin foley

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intro // one // two // x // four

We sit eating pizza, drinking and chatting about literally anything that came up. The guys are hilarious, sometimes quite suggestive but completely honest from what I’ve heard so far and although Jungkook interrupts them at some points of the night, I still think I learn more about him from them.

But the clock reads 1am and they all decide it’s time to head home, so I politely walk them all to the door and wait as they put their shoes back on. I try not to look down and get shy about how our shoes are next to each, it’s nothing after all.

“Bye,” I smile at each of them, giving them a warm hug that they initiate first. They’re all much taller than me and when they put their arms around me I feel engulfed completely. Yoongi’s hug is simple, one armed and brief which makes me snigger to myself but from the impression I got tonight, he isn’t too big on affection – or people. Taehyung’s hug is the contrast to Yoongi’s, his arms come towards before I even have the chance to prep myself and he wiggles about whilst giggling.

“Tae, Tae let go now...” I mumble as he squeezes me, but he eventually lets me go and looks me in the eyes. I can see his thoughts whizzing around, probably due to the alcohol because he drank more than anyone else.

“Oookay…” He wanders out the door and waves to me before going down the stairs.

Everyone else’s hugs are short and sweet, being gentle as they put their arms around me and saying a soft goodbye as they walk out. That is until Jimin, he puts one arm around my waist and his hand rests on the skin of my waist, the other arm he hooks underneath mine and rests his hand against my back.

“I’ll text you,” He whispers in my ear and I giggle before agreeing with it. He pulls away and I attempt to fully depart, however he slides his hand down from my back to keep it on my waist and hold me there as his plush pink lips press against my cheek. I hold back a gasp and contain myself despite my head going insane and making me feel awkward.

“See you soon,” I say to him as he leaves, Jungkook is stood beside me and I turn to face him. “Are you going?”

“I’ll help you clean up first,” He says so I close the door and walk back through to the living room.

We start clearing up the pizza boxes and empty bottles, Jungkook speaks up.

“So, how did you find them?” He asks and when I twist my head around to look at him he’s putting the couch cushions back in the proper place.

“I think…they’re pretty great,” I say as I continue with wiping down the table.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I laugh at his question and his tone of surprise, “They seem fun and caring.”

He sits down on the couch and watches me as I close the curtains, I turn to him and pull my hair back into a decent enough pony tail and use the band on my wrist to secure it.

“They’re a good group of guys,” He says and I sit beside him with my legs tucked up on the couch. “But they can be a little…perverted.”

“Oh, and you can’t?” I look at him with a sly smile and a light giggle. He laughs the same, his smile drawing me in as he does so and he drops his head to look at his lap.

“Okay,” He sighs and brings his gaze back up to me. I can tell he’s tired, almost falling asleep sat here.

“Do you want to stay here tonight?”

“What?” He seems confused, maybe shocked at my offer but I repeat it just as calm as before.

“You seem exhausted, I’d hate for you to walk home this tired, so do you want to sleep here?”

“Um…sure,” He says, he smiles slowly and I stand. “Where would I sleep?”

“Well, you can either sleep on the couch, or-“

“Couch sounds perfect,” He says, cutting me off but I don’t mind.

“Okay, I’ll bring you some bedding,” Walking out of the living room and going into the area where I store my laundry.

I collect a set of sheets and a blanket then go back to the living room where Jungkook is stood at the window again, dropping the things on the couch I go up behind him silently and make him jump by squeezing his sides.

He screams a little, not too much of a girly scream but still enough to make me laugh as I step backwards and he turns around. The look on his face is serious and he tries to hide his smile, capturing my attention and not preparing me for when he grabs me.

“That wasn’t funny,” He says and lifts me off the ground, his hands on my waist and my face relatively close to mine as I giggle.

“I found it quite funny,” He drops me on the couch and sits on top off me, his back to me. I wriggle and try to shuffle out but he’s put his body weight on me and I’m too small to push him off me.

“How funny is it now?” He chuckles, a hint of mischief in his voice and I lose my giggles and smirk.

“Come on now Jungkook,” I say patting his back with my palms, “I’m tired, we should go to sleep,”

“Okay,” He gets off of me and turns to face me, offering his hands which I take and he pulls me up. “I’ll sort my things, it’s okay.”

“Thank you...” I say and slip out from in front of him, going to my room and changing into my sleepwear.

I slip on a pair of pyjama trousers and an oversized t-shirt before going back out into the hall and heading to the bathroom, washing my face with the cleanser on the self when Jungkook appears in the door way. When I notice him there, bubbles from the cleanser still on my face, I look up at him and he laughs.

“That’s a nice look for you,” He jokes, mockingly with a cute smirk.

“Shut up,” I say and turn back to the sink, washing the bubbles off and drying my face with a towel.

“Sorry,” He puts his hand on his heart with a pout, and I know he doesn’t mean the apology but it doesn’t bother me.

“Is everything set up okay?” I ask, wandering back in to the living room to see how he’s put the sheets out and laid the blanket over the couch. It makes me smile how he’s done it, because most guys I’ve known expect things done for them – clearly, I’ve been hanging out with the wrong type.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine…” He says to me and skims pass me as he makes his way to the couch and sits down.

“Good, well…see you in the morning.” I smile at him and walk out,

“Sleep well, y/n.” He speaks up before I completely leave, then I go into my room and close my door. I leave it open just slightly so that some light comes through and that I can hear if anything happens outside the room, part of me being unsure and having a paranoid feeling.

While I’m lying in bed, not quite asleep but very close to it, I stare at the stream of light coming through the open door. My hearing picks up on foot steps from the hall, but I assume it’s just me hearing things because of sleeping, but when something disrupts the light I decide to speak.

“Kook?” I say loud enough for him to hear if he is there and lean up on my elbow to look at the door to see if it is him walking around.

“Y/n…” Jungkook voices softly as he enters the room, “Are you awake?”

“I, um, can’t sleep,” I can’t get his complete tone or emotion since I’m half asleep, but I know what he’s saying.

“Come here, sleep here,” I tell him, tiredly and not bothered about anything.

“Are you sure?” As he seems hesitant I become more awake and sit up more to look at him better. A lazy nod gives him reassurance and he walks into the room, fully closing the door and stopping all light coming through. I tense up and close my eyes immediately, my breathing gets heavy and I clench the sheets in my hands.

“Y/n…” Jungkook whispers, I feel the mattress shift as he sits on the bed.

“I’m fine…” I say, more to myself than him to convince myself that I am fine. It doesn’t exactly work and I can’t move.

“Hey…” I hear him say as he puts his hand over mine that clutches the sheet, “I don’t have to stay here.”

His voice is understanding, but he assumes something else is wrong. Which is understandable, some people can feel unsafe about a guy staying in their bed, and sometimes I am one of them, but that wasn’t the problem here. Jungkook didn’t give me that feeling of uneasiness, if anything he discarded that feeling.

“No, it’s nothing like that…” I mumble, “We’re friends. It’s okay, honestly.”

When he removes his hand from mine I resume a tighter grip on the covers, he gets under the covers and I feel his legs brush against mine. I bring myself to lay back down as I was, but with the room pitch black, I’m wide awake and staring at the door.

With the overwhelming feeling, I get up out of bed and race over to the door to open it. As the light enters I let out a breath that I had been holding in, my head drops and my hand slips off the handle before I hear Jungkook speak up.

“Are you okay?”

“Sorry…” I turn back slowly, leaving the door open, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t,” He says and starts to sit up but I walk back to put my hand on his shoulder.

“Sleep, I’m okay now,” I say, shuffling back under the covers and laying down opposite him. Our faces are close, his breath hits my face gently, and I see his eyes looking at me with concern. “Sleep, or I’ll have to knock you out.”

We both chuckle, not wholly but in sync, and he nods. As I wriggle down further in the sheets, still facing him, I get taken in by my tiredness and fall asleep almost straight away.

{ not early, but on time. part 3...hope you enjoy it x - C }

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New Girl On Set // Dylan O'Brien imagine

Summary: There is a new member of the Teen Wolf cast in season 4 where (Y/N) gets to play the role for a main character, Sierra, who is dating Stiles Stilinski. Dylan O'Brien is her crush since she saw him on the first episode. But there’s just something in the air between them two the first couple of days & we aren’t talking about love.

author: @obrienimagines

Word count: 2.045

Thanks to @writing-obrien for helping me a bit with this one!! :)

A/N: PLEASE GIVE ME SOME IDEAS ON WHAT TO DO NEXT. I WOULD LOVE YOU TO REQUEST SOMETHING. Thanks, Stefy.

“Here is your caravan.” My assistant was the best, mainly because I never had one before.

“Thanks Jenny, you’re the best.”

“Your first day on set begins in 5 days so make sure you know your script by heart. Everyone is super chill and nice so don’t worry about messing up a line or anything. Oh, and I am going to introduce you to every single member of this crew. Especially Dylan O'Brien.”

Did she really just mention that? I blushed. “Psssht. Scott can hear us, remember?” We both started laughing.

“Everyone listen please. This is our new family member (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Show her around and try to not make her run away from you little idiots, because she really is a good actress.”

“Thanks, Mr. Davis.”

“Oh please, call me Jeff.” As he walked off I got to know everyone on the set & they were all super sympathetic. Giving me nicknames that didn’t have anything to do with my actual name was one of the things Posey & Sprayberry liked to do. It was still an honor for me to be part of this “family” now.

“So you’re actually from (Y/C)?”

“Yep.”

“That’s cool.” I talked to Posey, Shelley and Holland for a while until I turned around wanting to get myself some water and bumping straight into him.

“Oh I am so sorr-”

Into Dylan O'Brien.

“Well I didn’t broke any bones so I guess I’ll forgive you. You’re (Y/N), right?” He knew my name. He actually knew my name. My body went numb and I was speechless. It felt like an eternity until my mouth opened, because the only thing I did, was looking straight into his beautiful caramel eyes, his cute freckles that were scattered around across his face and his messy hair which looked like he ran his fingers through them a million times.

“Earth to ‘I think your name is (Y/N)”. Reality hit me.

“Uh- yea- umm.. I’m sorry. Yes, yes my name is (Y/N).” “Good, you’re cute. I think we are going to be a cute couple.” He winked before he walked away which caused me to not move at all because I was so shook.

Back to my caravan, I was lying in bed and thinking. ‘He actually called me cute. Wow. Well, (Y/N) I guess you got O'Brien-verified of being cute’. These where my only thoughts for the rest of the night where I could barely sleep. It was hard to realize which phone numbers I collected that day. The cast didn’t lie when they said they were treating everyone including themselves like a family. I was glad being in such a nice group.

It was a couple of days ago since I arrived here and they already started doing pranks on me. Once, Sprayberry broke into my caravan to steal my hair dryer because he thought it was funny leaving a girl with her hair wet throughout the day, then Posey hid my food while the whole crew was eating together as I went to get myself some water, Ryan tried to make me believe that he actually came from Afghanistan & Hoechlin threw a pie in my face while I was talking to Dylan. “I am going to kill you Hoechlin!” Running after him wasn’t a good idea since he was ten times faster than I was. Apparently, Dylan was fast too, because after I tried chasing Hoechlin he was gone. I tried to wash the pie out of my face & I looked for Dylan.

“There you are. Why did you leave we were in middle of a conversation?” I approached him at his makeup chair where he was reposting some tweets.

“I left? you clearly- Nevermind.” He clenched his teeth together.

“I’m sorry I ran off like that, you’re right that was my fault. It wasn’t a nice thing to do.”

“It’s ok.”

“So what where we talking about?”

He grinned at me. “we were talking about how good the pie suited your face.” I started laughing. “Jerk.”

The last day of the “we just gonna chill until we actually get to work-days”, we were all obviously chilling , outside the building at the benches. After a while I was going to get myself another bagel at the buffet which was next to the benches because they were delicious. Hoechlin was getting the same thing so we started talking and laughing a lot as we were there.

“So you’re saying that you actually did that on set while they were filming?” I couldn’t help but laugh hysterically about the things Hoechlin has done on set.

“Yep. And the only one laughing was me which was more than embarrassing”. I was laughing even harder until I turned around to the benches, realizing Dylan was just glaring at us.

I walked up to him and sat next to him. “What’s up?”.

“Nothing.” He didn’t bother looking at me.

“Someone’s being salty today, geez.” I know I probably shouldn’t have said that because he looked mad. “Are you still mad for me running off yesterday?”

“Nah.”

“Is that all I’m gonna get?”

“Yep.”

Why was he like that all of the sudden? I know it wasn’t ok that I ran off like that but still. Everything was kind of normal yesterday wasn’t it?

“(Y/N) wake up!” I heard from the outside of my caravan.

“M-mh.” Before I could get up I heard the door open. “What’s up? Why are you here so early?” It was Holland in a sports bra, some Nike leggings & shoes with her hair up in a ponytail.

“We’re going to go jogging now so get dressed, we need to stay fit.” She winked at me.

I took a quick shower, brushed my hair, put it up in a bun, threw on a sports bra and some leggings just like Holland and my super comfy Adidas shoes. “Let’s go.”

“Ok stop I am definitely done for today.” I was completely out of breath. We were jogging for about 10 minutes now.

“You need to train on your endurance more.” “I don’t think I will because I hate doing any kind of sports.” “That’s actually really sad but then let’s go back to our caravans so we can each take a shower.” She said that while she nearly tripped over her feet like she always does.

“Sure.” I giggled

I walked over to Hollands caravan in the evening so we could spent some time together since we didn’t know us so well. Some meters away from the caravan I heard some voices.

“No I won’t tell her that!”

“Tell me what?” I walked towards Dylan and Holland to meet up with her like it was planned.

“Nothing.” Dylan was being bizzare. He looked at Holland in a way like he wanted her to shut up and not spill anything.

“What are you guys hiding?” I leaned my head to the side and watched them with narrowed eyes.

“Nothing!” Dylan countered even louder as he walked off.

“Why is he like that?”

“How is he? He’s pretty normal I guess.” She was being sarcastic but she wouldn’t tell me what was wrong with him all night.

I went to bed. My thoughts on what could possibly be wrong with Dylan caused me not to sleep at all. I was readjusting my pillow several times to get a position I could rest in, but it didn’t work. It was midnight & I decided to text him to come over so I could talk to him since his caravan was next to mine.

I typed.

Hey, are you awake? I really want to talk to you

I deleted it & started typing again.

Hey, really wanna talk to ya you coming over?

I deleted it again.

Hey, are you awake? Really need to talk to you.

And again until i finally texted him this:

Are you awake?

Frustrated waiting for an answer while I got these weird thoughts floating my head like

What if he doesn’t like you? Or he doesn’t want to talk to you? Or he actua-

-bip bip-

A text from Dylan.

Yes.

So I started typing again.

I need to talk to you, can you come over?

I waited 2 minutes (which actually felt like 2 hours) to here that bip again.

Sure, I’ll be there in 5.

Kay, thanks.

I waited 5 minutes full of anxiety of him not coming or screaming at me for waking him up. But he didn’t show up yet.

5 more minutes went by and there was still no Dylan in my van.

I was laying down & my eyes started closing because of how tired I already was.

knock knock knock

I jumped up and immediately opened the door.

“Oh, god sorry I must’ve fallen asleep.” Of course he looked beautiful. The lights of the lamps in my caravan made his eyes shimmer beautifully. He wore some light brown pants (most likely his Pyjama pants ) and a dark blue Star Wars t-shirt, that color suited him the best.

“It’s okay I came late anyways so if I was you I would’ve fallen asleep too. Ok, no I probably wouldn’t but ya know.” He laughed. That laugh made my body tense up as soon as I heard it. “Come in.”

“So what’s the topic?”

“I’m sorry?”

“The reason you wanted to talk to me at 1 in the morning.”

“Oh, yea right. You know what? It was stupid of me to bother you at 1am you really don’t have to-”

“Stay? So after I came here in the middle of the night you are going to kick me out?” He laughed ironically.

“No, no. Of course not. Look-” we both took a seat. I sat on my bed, and he sat on a chair next to it and in front of me. “-I just felt like you were really repellent.”

“Well-” he sighed. “-I don’t know, I guess I just saw you being with all the guys from our set, laughing with them, pranking each other that I just got-”

“Jealous.” I cut him off.

“No, not jealous but just.. ok yea, probably jealous. And I know this happens super fast and I have no idea how I gathered these feelings for you in just a couple of days but it happened. I literally spent over ten minutes in front of my mirror to do my hair ,that’s even the reason why I am so late, and my hair still looks the same as it did 1 hour ago.” Am I dreaming? Is Dylan O'Brien just admitting he has a crush on me? I tweaked myself. Nop definitely not dreaming. And also not talking. I had no idea what to say.

“This is usually the part where you say ‘No it’s totally not crazy’ or something along those lines.”

“Yea, yes of course. Oh my god, I’m speechless.”

“Great. The first time I get my courage up to tell a girl that I like her, ends up in a mess-”

“I like you too.” i mumbled while looking down.

“I’m sorry what was that?”

“I like you too.” I said a little louder but now into his face. He leaned in and so did I, our lips nearly touching until he fell on my lap because he leaned too far in forward which caused us both to laugh. He sat again but now on my bed. Eventually leaning in again and now our lips were finally connected. It felt magical. But I guess that’s what everyone says. We broke apart and I said “Do you want to stay over tonight?”

Our foreheads leaning on each other’s. I bit my lip while he smirked. “If you’d like me to.”

“Is that even a question?”

Both laying in my bed or better said my couch I could roll open, my head on his chest and his hand playing with my hair. It is so easy to fall asleep next to someone you love, knowing they hold you tight no matter what.

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